Lyrics We Picked Apples In A Graveyard Freshly Mowed - Richard Dawson
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Picked Apples In A Graveyard Freshly Mowed , by - Richard Dawson. Song from the album The Magic Bridge, in the genre Альтернатива Release date: 19.10.2015 Record label: Domino Song language: English
We Picked Apples In A Graveyard Freshly Mowed
We picked apples in the graveyard freshly mowed
The flight of flies peppered the sky
I could feel the sun between my legs
As we pressed our fruit, the labyrinth of the dead
Hold me, hold me
And never let me go
Hold me
The metal basin groaned
Under the weight of the fruit we’d earlier gathered